It felt as though my entire body had been run over by a massive truck.

The next morning, Wen Shuang awoke feeling as though she’d been run over by a truck—her entire body ached terribly. Ji Shen had already left for work. Memories of the previous night’s heated passion flooded her mind, making her cheeks flush. That first time… it had truly hurt. But once she endured the beginning, the next two times felt much better.

Aunt Wang called out, “Miss Wen, come have breakfast. You must be exhausted after yesterday!” When Aunt Wang came to tidy the living room that morning, she’d found the place in utter disarray. The plush blanket from the sofa was tangled on the floor, and Miss Wen’s pink clothes had been ripped into several pieces. Officer Ji really hadn’t gone easy on her! She wondered if Miss Wen’s delicate frame could withstand such a vigorous man. Out of concern, she’d made chicken soup for Wen Shuang to help her recover.

The living room was now spotless, but the colorful balloons still dangling from the walls and the lingering soreness in her body reminded Wen Shuang that last night had been no dream. She had truly become Officer Ji’s woman.

Ji Shen was tall, handsome, and possessed impressive stamina—Wen Shuang felt she had nothing to regret. The pain of the first time was quickly overshadowed by the tenderness Ji Shen had shown her.

A message came from Ji Shen: “Lazy little pig, are you up yet?”

She replied weakly, “Having breakfast.”

Ji Shen: “Eat more, regain your strength. Tonight, we’ll continue.”

Blushing, Wen Shuang retorted, “As long as Officer Ji can handle it.”

Sitting in his office, Ji Shen’s brows lifted instantly. A man’s pride cannot be challenged.

“Miss Wen, I hope you’ll say that with the same confidence tomorrow morning.”

Reading his message, Wen Shuang’s cheeks burned again. Officer Ji was truly relentless in bed! Last night, determined to prove her earlier doubts about his prowess wrong, he’d whispered over and over in her ear, “Miss Wen, do you think I’m up to the task now?” He’d nearly driven her mad.

She could only stammer, “Yes, Officer Ji, you’re more than capable!” He really was incorrigible!

At midnight, Tang Yan had sent her a birthday message, but Wen Shuang, utterly preoccupied with Ji Shen, hadn’t seen it.

“Shuangshuang, why didn’t you answer my call last night? Who were you fooling around with?” came Tang Yan’s teasing.

Wen Shuang replied, “Who else could it be?”

“Oh my, don’t tell me you and Officer Ji went all the way last night?” Tang Yan’s voice shot up three octaves when Wen Shuang didn’t reply. “No way, you really did it!”

Wen Shuang had to hold her phone a good three feet from her ear.

“Officer Ji certainly knows how to pick his moment—waiting all this time just to take your first time on your birthday. Now you’ll never forget him for the rest of your life!”

Wen Shuang thought to herself that the man was truly cunning.

Tang Yan pressed on, “So, how was it? Was Officer Ji as strong and amazing as you imagined?”

Wen Shuang savored the memory. “It was… not bad.”

“Congratulations! From now on, you’re a woman who knows the pleasures of life!”

Wen Shuang could almost hear Tang Yan lighting firecrackers in celebration.

That afternoon, Wen Shuang reported to the provincial theater. The deputy director warmly introduced her. Most of the dance troupe already knew of her—she’d won the Taoli Cup’s gold medal for several consecutive years and was renowned among young dancers as a true prodigy.

Several members of the troupe were her university classmates. Seeing her arrive, they felt the pressure. When Wen Shuang initially failed her audition for the provincial troupe, they’d breathed a sigh of relief at having one less formidable rival. Yet here she was after all.

In a dance troupe full of women, trouble was never far off. Wen Shuang was not the type to actively ingratiate herself with everyone. Only Yao Qianqian greeted her; the rest kept their distance.

She was assigned to the dance drama “Wang Zhaojun Departs the Frontier,” where the female lead was her university classmate He Luo. He Luo was slender and pretty, but lacked explosive power in her technique.

After several run-throughs, the dance director, Director Su, was dissatisfied with He Luo’s performance. “He Luo, how many times have I told you? When you do the turn, you need to bring out the emotion! Basic skills are important, but your passion must come through as well!”

Initially, the lead for “Wang Zhaojun Departs the Frontier” had been Xia Anran, but after something happened to her, He Luo took her place. Still, Director Su was not pleased with He Luo’s overall state, feeling she was not the Zhaojun she envisioned.

After another round of criticism, He Luo only grew more anxious and her dancing worsened, frustrating Director Su to the point that she called out several alternate leads to audition for the role. Each performed He Luo’s segment, but none satisfied her.

Suddenly, Director Su noticed a striking new face in the corner—long limbs, exquisite features.

“You there! Come out and perform the dance segment we just rehearsed!”

Caught off guard, Wen Shuang recognized the opportunity. Though new, she had always possessed a photographic memory for choreography. She lifted her arms, spun, and flawlessly reproduced the sequence, infusing it with her own emotion.

Director Su’s eyes lit up instantly. “You’ll play the lead in ‘Wang Zhaojun Departs the Frontier’!”

The entire troupe was stunned.

“Director Su, Wen Shuang is a newcomer. She just joined today and isn’t familiar with our rules. Isn’t this too bold?”

“Yes, and it’s not as if He Luo is bad—she’s just off today. She deserves another chance!”

Several dancers spoke up for He Luo, unwilling to see Wen Shuang make a splash on her first day.

Director Su’s face was stern. “Rehearsals began two weeks ago. I’ve given He Luo plenty of chances—how has she responded? You say Wen Shuang is a newcomer, yet she learned the choreography in such a short time and danced it at this level. That’s prodigious talent! She’s more than qualified for the lead!”

Her words silenced the room. He Luo’s face turned pale as she shot Wen Shuang a venomous look before reluctantly taking her place in the corner.

Wen Shuang’s learning was lightning-fast. After a few rehearsals, she’d memorized He Luo’s segment simply by watching, and when she performed, she naturally brought her own emotions to the piece. Aside from needing more practice with the male lead, her performance was nearly perfect.

Director Su felt she’d truly found a treasure. Those who had been waiting to see Wen Shuang fail now held their tongues, awed by her extraordinary talent.

He Luo was filled with resentment. She had waited so long for Xia Anran’s misfortune to seize the spotlight, only for Wen Shuang to steal it at the last moment.

After rehearsal, Wen Shuang sought out Director Su to thank her for her guidance.

Director Su replied, “If you want to thank someone, thank yourself. If you weren’t outstanding, you wouldn’t have had this opportunity.”